He was a shy, retiring man; well-looking, though in an effeminate style;
with a mild voice, curling hair, and irresolute hands--rings upon the
fingers in those days--which nervously wandered to his trembling lip a
hundred times in the first half-hour of his acquaintance with the jail.
His principal anxiety was about his wife.
'Do you think, sir,' he asked the turnkey, 'that she will be very much
shocked, if she should come to the gate to-morrow morning?'
The turnkey gave it as the result of his experience that some of 'em was
and some of 'em wasn't. In general, more no than yes. 'What like is she,
you see?' he philosophically asked: 'that's what it hinges on.'
'She is very delicate and inexperienced indeed.' 'That,' said the turnkey, 'is agen her.'
'She is so little used to go out alone,' said the debtor, 'that I am at
a loss to think how she will ever make her way here, if she walks.'
'P'raps,' quoth the turnkey, 'she'll take a ackney coach.' 'Perhaps.'
The irresolute fingers went to the trembling lip. 'I hope she
will. She may not think of it.' 'Or p'raps,' said the turnkey, offering his suggestions from the the top
of his well-worn wooden stool, as he might have offered them to a child
for whose weakness he felt a compassion, 'p'raps she'll get her brother,
or her sister, to come along with her.' 'She has no brother or sister.'
'Niece, nevy, cousin, serwant, young 'ooman, greengrocer.--
Dash it! One or another on 'em,' said the turnkey, repudiating beforehand the
refusal of all his suggestions. 'I fear--I hope it is not against the rules--that she will bring the
children.' 'The children?' said the turnkey. 'And the rules? Why, lord set you
up like a corner pin, we've a reg'lar playground o' children here.
Children! Why we swarm with 'em. How many a you got?'
'Two,' said the debtor, lifting his irresolute hand to his lip again,
and turning into the prison.
The turnkey followed him with his eyes. 'And you another,' he observed
to himself, 'which makes three on you. And your wife another, I'll lay
a crown. Which makes four on you. And another coming, I'll lay
half-a-crown. Which'll make five on you. And I'll go another seven and
sixpence to name which is the helplessest, the unborn baby or you!'
He was right in all his particulars. She came next day with a little
boy of three years old, and a little girl of two, and he stood entirely
corroborated. 'Got a room now; haven't you?' the turnkey asked the debtor after a week
or two. 'Yes, I have got a very good room.' 'Any little sticks a coming to furnish it?' said the turnkey. 'I expect a few necessary articles of furniture to be delivered by the
carrier, this afternoon.' 'Missis and little 'uns a coming to keep you company?' asked the
turnkey. 'Why, yes, we think it better that we should not be scattered, even for
a few weeks.'